We had some unexpected socializing as well yesterday -- Kirsten missed her connection at O'Hare due to delays, and ended up spending the night here. She arrived around 10, and we stayed up talking 'til past 11 -- I was so tired, I wanted to stay up longer, but just couldn't. I fell asleep leaning on Kevin on the couch, which they took as a sign to put me to bed. She's off already to try to go standby on an early morning flight, and for her sake, I hope she gets on it. But although all the travel difficulties were awful for her, I have to admit, it was a delight to me to get to show off my pretty baby to her. She also got to see how cute Kevin is with the baby -- I thought I was the only one who would appreciate that, but Kirstie also finds it adorable. She pronounced him 'smitten', which I think is just about right. :-)
Kevin did say that it felt like we lived on a farm these days -- we were up before dawn, and while I pumped milk this morning, he filled the birdfeeder, fed the dog, and fed the baby. (He forgot the fish.) What I want to know is, how come he gets to be the farmer, and I have to be the cow?